James 'Brad' Bradley:
Strangest feeling in the back of my neck that somebody might throw a knife at me any minute.
Barbara Quigley:
Turn your back to the wall and there won't be room for anybody to throw anything.
James 'Brad' Bradley:
I feel like I've had my back to the wall ever since I set foot in this country.
Maxine Halbard:
How long do you like your spaghetti cooked?
James 'Brad' Bradley:
Oh... about... about ten inches. Have you lived here all your life?
Maxine Halbard:
Not yet.
Maxine Halbard:
The night's a kitten. Let's give her some milk.
James 'Brad' Bradley:
What's this?
Maxine Halbard:
Sherry - nice and dry and Spanish.
James 'Brad' Bradley:
I like mine wet.
Maxine Halbard:
The only other thing you can have is water.
James 'Brad' Bradley:
Oh, no, no, no. Never touch it - unhygenic.
Maxine Halbard:
Drink up and don't talk.
James 'Brad' Bradley:
I gotta go.
Maxine Halbard:
Why?
James 'Brad' Bradley:
Ask the clock.
James 'Brad' Bradley:
[
narrating as he enters a dingy club] This didn't look like a safe place to take your mother. In fact, it looked like a place you leave horizontally or not at all.
James 'Brad' Bradley:
[
apologizing after being bumped into the musicians] Can I, uh, can I get you a drink to make it up?
Barbara Quigley:
I wouldn't use force to stop you.
[
as Brad is walking away]
Barbara Quigley:
Ask the man for the bottle!
[
he does a double take]
James 'Brad' Bradley:
[
sarcastically, to the bartender] If I asked her if she wanted a smoke, do you think she'd order a flamethrower?
Bartender:
Ask her and see.
Related Links